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 Jan 2017 NuurSeraph
Onoma
When the mind's
light smears everywhere...
colors swell to bursting--
right before the black out.
 Jan 2017 NuurSeraph
Onoma
How cold become
feet at the preparedness
of ground.
No appeal eloquent
enough, for we
who fare the final.
We who wonder at
wondering, buckle at
truth made firm.
 Jan 2017 NuurSeraph
Onoma
No Name
 Jan 2017 NuurSeraph
Onoma
Once  seen, there's
a  depth  of  beauty
one  never  recovers
­from... akin  to
the   swoon  of  an
aeonian  sun.
Whereupon  death  has­
no  name  to  take
in  vain.
 Jan 2017 NuurSeraph
Onoma
Faintly January,
enthroned by tradition...
yet time is too full with singular
collapse.
Older than The New
Year, younger than last year.
Minute detail pulsing
over the lip of The Cup.
Collision of cause and effect...
karma's confession.
Thought, out-thought...
just the crushing crux
of diamonds, being caught
by the right light...
faintly January.
 Jan 2017 NuurSeraph
Onoma
Pacing with the adamant
intensity of a madman...
at the reoccurring edge of
revelation.
A soundproof roar, guttural
to the foundation of the
earth, passes for silence.
It goes something like our
world, whose lips tremble
while whistling...as to imply
all is well.
To herald the eyes and ears of
revelations that clear the light
out of dark, the dark out of light...
to ****** balance.
 Jan 2017 NuurSeraph
Onoma
The tongue is a
solitary dancer,
whose tip weighs
words that may
never make it out.
These are the words
when truly weighted...
free the solitary dancer.
To the rythm of poetry,
thus made indistinguishable.
 Jan 2017 NuurSeraph
Onoma
When senses spent
themselves, a prudent
thought placed a mint
upon a hotel pillow.
Our postal pearl...
gone modern.
 Jan 2017 NuurSeraph
Onoma
At the peak of
presence imposed,
wet with rise and
fall...you eulogized
something that could
not escape us.
We grounded the sky,
we skied the ground...
the circumvented posts
of our eyes ran as blind milk.
 Jan 2017 NuurSeraph
Onoma
The withering of
flowers only initiate
their drift to incredible
refinement.
Their scents remain
in the ethers, these
stars of spring...that
forever inspire winter.
To withdraw from
its white meditation,
as unblent color.
 Jan 2017 NuurSeraph
Onoma
Eye beside eye--
beholders wed
by The Beholder.
Wild with the evolution
of beauty--round, red and vivid.
As one cut from knowledge,
rapacious with awe.
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